Make a Wish – Minerva McGonagall
1st September 1982
The students were all safely returned and tucked up in bed. Or so she hoped. She was patrolling the corridors and she hoped no rule breaking miscrient had decided that tonight was the night for mischief. If she was honest with herself, she didn't have it in her deal with them.
The war had ended nearly a year ago. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had vanished but the last year had been filled with attacks by is so called Death Eaters and the worry never left. She hoped this year would be different.
Minerva carried on along the seventh floor corridor, deep in thought.
She hoped the worry would leave soon. After all, she did care for each and every one of Hogwarts students, even the Slytherins, and worrying about eight-hundred students really took its toll on a witch.
A flash caught her eye as she passed a nearby, arched window and her stomach tightened. If the remaining Death Eaters were attacking she would have to act fast but, as she drew nearer, she saw an amazing sight. Hundreds of meteorites shot across the midnight sky, burning the air with their fiery tails. Shooting stars. Very rare, very beautiful.
Her old Grandmother McGonagall had been very superstitious and had spouted these stories like an old parrot, much to Minerva's fathers chagrin. 'Always wish upon a shooting star' She had said 'Always'
SO Minerva checked the corridor was clear before closing her eyes and wishing. She opened her eyes and carried on her patrol, straight backed and prim as ever.
'Let it be over, the war. Let it never happen again. Keep our world peaceful'
A/N: Sorry its later than I said. Exams and coursework tend to get in the way :P Updates are going to be few and far between from now on. Sorry! But my exam start in exactly 13 days and I need to revise :/
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